High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Special treatment for special privileges
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
So you never had real pussy before?
You had my food, now you have me
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them